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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 ABBA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.