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 United States and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Drexciya to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
Massinfluence,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Suicide,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.