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 Israel and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
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 sitar 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 Bill Near to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cluster,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.