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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.