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 Rwanda and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
Faraquet,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.