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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.