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 Russia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Nirvana,
Cecil Taylor,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.