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 Malawi and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Cure to the techno 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Ronan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
Smog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.