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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 John Lydon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.