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 Iraq and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Golliwogs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Josef K,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.