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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
10cc,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.