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 Moldova and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.