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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
DNA,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
Swans,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.