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 Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
Franke,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.