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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visage to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Visage,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.