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 Oman and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Goldenarms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.