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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
Shoche,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
The American Breed,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
Faust,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.