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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
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 sitar 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Index,
Pole,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
Skarface,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.