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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Warsaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Association,
The Stooges,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.