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 Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Magazine,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
Symarip,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.