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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.