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 Panama and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
The American Breed,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.