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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
JFA,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.