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 Belarus 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bauhaus 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
The Move,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.