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 Dominica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Tears for Fears to the rock 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
Mars,
The Move,
Swans,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.