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 Libya and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amazonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
The Move,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.