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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.