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 Chile and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Godley & Creme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
H. Thieme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
Harmonia,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.