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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Dead Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
Niagra,
UT,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.