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 Korea South and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warren Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.