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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
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 oboe 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
The Pop Group,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Almond,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.