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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magazine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
Audionom,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.