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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 The Grass Roots to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
Bush Tetras,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
The Victims,
UT,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
The Index,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.