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 Kenya and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
The Move,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.