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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 FM Einheit to the funk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
The Monks,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
Index,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.