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 Switzerland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.