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 Turkey and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sugar Minott to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
10cc,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
Roxette,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.