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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
Q65,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
MDC,
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.