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 South Sudan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Simply Red to the funk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Josef K,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
DNA,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.