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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.