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 Turkey and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.