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 Suriname and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings,
MC5,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
The Techniques,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
ABC,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
Chrome,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.