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 Thailand and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
Sparks,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.