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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
Magma,
The Seeds,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Goldenarms,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.