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 Albania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Kas Product to the punk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
MDC,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
The Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.