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 New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Ponytail to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
PIL,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
MC5,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
Monks,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.