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 Hungary and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
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 synthesizer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
Symarip,
Pole,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
Urselle,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.