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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 New York Dolls to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
MDC,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
Magazine,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.