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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
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 organ 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 Liliput to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.