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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
Neu!,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.