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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Young Marble Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
Cameo,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Make Up,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.