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 Ukraine and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Public Enemy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Parry Music,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.