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 Switzerland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Al Stewart to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.