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 Poland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Audionom to the disco 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
Scientists,
The Associates,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Liliput,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
Q65,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.