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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxette to the grime 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.