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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Mad Mike to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Womack,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
MDC,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
X-101,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.