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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Names to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
UT,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.