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 Antigua and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 harpsichord 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 Robert Hood to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.