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 Iceland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nico to the techno 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.