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 Hungary and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '90s.
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 Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
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.