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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 The Doors to the grunge 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Harry Pussy,
DNA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.