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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
Yazoo,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Magazine,
Lindisfarne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.