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 Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Connie Case to the punk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.