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 Burkina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Index,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
Swans,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.