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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.