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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Flag to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.