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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Thee Headcoats 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
UT,
June of 44,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.