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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 H. Thieme to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
Swans,
Faust,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.