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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
10cc,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.