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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slave to the funk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.