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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
The Monks,
Nico,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.