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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.