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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Sugar Minott to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Crime,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.