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 Cuba and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fat Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Moebius,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.