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 Angola and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sound Behaviour 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
MC5,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
Ituana,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.