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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 A Certain Ratio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
Brick,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.