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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Slave to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.