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 Azerbaijan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.