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 Romania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rap 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echospace,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
10cc,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
China Crisis,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
DNA,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Can,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.