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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Black Pus to the rap 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.