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 the UAE and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Second Layer to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.