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 Qatar and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Loose Ends to the rock 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.