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 Syria and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Television,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.