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 Kenya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 FM Einheit to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.