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 Russia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 & John Cale to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
Television,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.