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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Velvet Underground to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.