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 Singapore and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bill Near to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Organ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.