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 St Lucia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
DNA,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.