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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the crunk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
PIL,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.