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 Eritrea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 The Electric Prunes to the punk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
Smog,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Ronan,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.