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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Archie Shepp to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
the Human League,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
Gong,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
Fear,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.