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 Cameroon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Radiohead to the electroclash 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
Q65,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.