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 Dominica and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Flipper to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
Hoover,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.