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 Egypt and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Silicon Teens to the rock 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.