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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express 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?
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
Nas,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Alphaville,
CMW,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
Oneida,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.