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 Jordan and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
The Remains,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.