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 Iran and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barracudas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.