Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dark Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mars. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
This Heat,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.