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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Electric Prunes to the rap 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Liliput,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.