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 Poland and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chrome to the electroclash 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
The Motions,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smoke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.