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 Palau and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q65,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
Moebius,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.