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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Scientists to the punk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
AZ,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.