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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rock 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.