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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Zero Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.