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 Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran to the punk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
Lakeside,
Pole,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
Zapp,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.