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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Leonard Cohen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.