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 Finland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Fugazi to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.