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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Anakelly to the rock 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
Quantec,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Make Up,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.