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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
The Doors,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
Qualms,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
June of 44,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.