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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 rap 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
Pylon,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
the Slits,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.