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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Shoche,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.