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 Cyprus and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Organ,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.