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 Comoros and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Visage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
Essential Logic,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.