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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 This Heat to the rock 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.