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 Congo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 The Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
Peter & Gordon,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.