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 Djibouti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Buckinghams to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
CMW,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.