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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise 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 Blancmange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
Yaz,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
Index,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.