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 Canada and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Basic Channel to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Black Dice,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.