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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Louis and Bebe Barron 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.