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 Nepal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Black Flag to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.