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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
The Remains,
cv313,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
The Motions,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.