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 Benin and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Flash Fearless to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.