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 Iceland and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 crunk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
Scan 7,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.