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 Sudan 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.