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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Bill Near to the dance 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.