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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Wake to the rock 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.