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 Yemen and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.