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 Tonga and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Brand Nubian to the crunk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
Japan,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.