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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the electroclash 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.