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 El Salvador and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
Anthony Braxton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
Intrusion,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.