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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 June Days to the grunge 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
ABC,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
DNA,
Warsaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.