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 Iceland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
CMW,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
Y Pants,
Crime,
the Swans,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.