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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Gerry Rafferty to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
Subhumans,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
June Days,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.