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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Quantec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q65,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.