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 Brunei and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
Zapp,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.