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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.