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 Laos and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 The Associates to the punk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
Simply Red,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.