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 Cambodia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Essential Logic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
Scion,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.