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 Maldives and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 David Bowie to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
The Angels of Light,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
Ultra Naté,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
Wire,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.