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 Jordan and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Severed Heads to the electroclash 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Swans,
The Saints,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
Motorama,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.