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 Romania and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.