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 Korea South and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
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 güiro 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 The New Christs to the rock 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Smog,
Skaos,
Magma,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.