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 Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
The Litter,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
The Motions,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Gong,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.