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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Rufus Thomas to the rock 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.