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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
The Tremeloes,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
10cc,
the Association,
Magma,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.