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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 The Count Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Hashim,
JFA,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.