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 Serbia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Michelle Simonal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
UT,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
Index,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.