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 Monaco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Walker Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Monks,
Black Pus,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.