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 Syria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Yaz,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.