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 Slovenia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radio Birdman to the dance 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
The Names,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.