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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Thompson Twins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.