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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Delta 5 to the dance 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
The Remains,
Make Up,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.