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 Serbia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s 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 The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.