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 Cameroon and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the disco 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '90s.
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 Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
Nas,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
DNA,
John Foxx,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.