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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.