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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 DNA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.