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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
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 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 Arcadia to the crunk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
Shoche,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.