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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Zero Boys to the crunk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.