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 Liberia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.