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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
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 808 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 Liliput to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.