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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
Can,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Index,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.