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 Mauritania and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Adolescents to the electroclash 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer 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 Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Pole,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.