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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.