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 Congo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
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 sitar 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 Royal Trux 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
Television,
Brick,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.