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 Greece and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Fear to the disco 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
The Names,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.