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 Peru and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Fania All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
Reagan Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.