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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Yaz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Crime,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.