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 Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Roxette to the electroclash 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.