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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.