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 Bahamas and from Portland.
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 New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 The Fortunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Wings,
Skriet,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
The Techniques,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.