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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 CMW to the grime 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Q65,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
the Association,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.