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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
the Slits,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.