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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Cure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Pylon,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.