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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 The Modern Lovers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
Infiniti,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
Echospace,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.