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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Lakeside to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
Nico,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.