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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Ultravox to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Pole,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
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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.