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 Mexico and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
Q65,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.