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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 The Stooges to the crunk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.