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 Malawi and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
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 rhodes 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 Cowsills to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
The Selecter,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.