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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.