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 Argentina and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Eddi Front to the grime 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Whodini,
Skarface,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visage,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
Technova,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.