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 Serbia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
The Fugs,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.