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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.