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 Poland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.