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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pantaleimon to the techno 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.