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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 X-102 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Visage,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
ABBA,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
EPMD,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.