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 Spain and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
MC5,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
Q65,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.