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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 The Raincoats to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
cv313,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.