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 Brazil and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 The Victims to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Jandek,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.