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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Das Ding to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.