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 Malawi and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 The Fugs to the jazz 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Q65,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.