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 Venezuela and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skarface to the dance 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.