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 Australia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Toni Rubio to the funk 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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quantec,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.