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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Liliput to the electroclash 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.