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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Magma to the disco 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.