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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Monks,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.