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 Grenada and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 June Days to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.