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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Sun City Girls to the disco 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
Nas,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.