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 Botswana and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Technova to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.