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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Associates to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Index,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
Swans,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
Can,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Albert Ayler,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.