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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Suicide to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
Can,
June Days,
Gong,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.