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 Egypt and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
Nas,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.