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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Faust 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Germs,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.