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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The Barracudas 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
Make Up,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Henry Cow,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.