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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Golliwogs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.