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 Tonga and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Gang Gang Dance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.