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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.