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 Norway and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
Skriet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Ituana,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.