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 Bahrain and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.