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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Wally Richardson to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Q65,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.