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 Malta and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Youth Brigade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
Unwound,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.