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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nik Kershaw 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
Magma,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.