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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Wings,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
The Move,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.