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 Mauritius and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.