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 Switzerland and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang On A Can to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.