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 Somalia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.