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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 The Smiths to the punk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.