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 Argentina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 China Crisis to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
Fugazi,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.