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 Syria 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Chrome to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
MDC,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
The Fugs,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
The Dead C,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.