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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reagan Youth 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
Ronan,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
H. Thieme,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
Model 500,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.