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 Malaysia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
Rekid,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
Josef K,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.