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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 David McCallum to the dance 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone,
Mark Hollis,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.