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 Iraq and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.