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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Pop Group to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.