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 Algeria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bluetip to the punk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
ABC,
Minutemen,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.