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 Croatia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Funkadelic to the grime 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
The Cure,
Q65,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.