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 South Africa and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Toasters to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.