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 Yemen and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Whodini,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.