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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 The Mummies to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey 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?
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
X-102,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultravox,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.