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 Albania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
June Days,
the Association,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
Wings,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
Index,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.