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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
MDC,
The Move,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
Suicide,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.