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 United States and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Scientists to the grunge 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.