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 Angola and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Fluxion to the rap 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
10cc,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
Swans,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.