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 Colombia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fortunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.