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 United States and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Warsaw to the crunk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio 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?
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.