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 China and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the techno 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
The Mummies,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.