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 Brunei and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Move to the grunge 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
Godley & Creme,
Pierre Henry,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Slave,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.