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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 mellotron 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.