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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
Suicide,
PIL,
MC5,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.