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 Cuba 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Half Japanese to the grime 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.