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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Pere Ubu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.