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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Au Pairs to the rap 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.