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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
Wolf Eyes,
Hashim,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.