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 Palau and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Cure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Slits,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.