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 Belgium and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
Swans,
Cameo,
the Association,
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
Television,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.