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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
John Cale,
The Slits,
The Names,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
10cc,
cv313,
CMW,
a-ha,
The Motions,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.