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 Haiti and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Nils Olav to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
DNA,
the Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Martian,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.