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 Moldova and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fad Gadget to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
Interpol,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.