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 Mali and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Scientists to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.