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 Armenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Monolake to the dance 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
In Retrospect,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
The Sound,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
Magma,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
The Standells,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.