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 San Marino and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a 808 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.