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 Luxembourg and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
Gong,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.