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 Libya and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
Section 25,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
Supertramp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.