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 Botswana and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.