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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 The Standells to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Ossler,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Stiv Bators,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
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.