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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Fat Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
Slave,
DNA,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.