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 Comoros and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wings to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.