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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Pole to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.