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 Italy and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Faust,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.