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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Techniques to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Skarface,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
Fear,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.