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 Mali and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
New Order,
The Move,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.