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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 The Durutti Column to the grunge 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
New Order,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Q65,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.