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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gong to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
Ten City,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
The Mummies,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
cv313,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Mars,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.