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 Mongolia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Ponytail to the dance 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
LL Cool J,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
PIL,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
The Evens,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
Groovy Waters,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.