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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Suicide,
Nico,
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Faust,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.