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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
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 Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grime 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
Au Pairs,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
New Order,
Oneida,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.