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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Moss Icon to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.