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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Harry Pussy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
Darondo,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.