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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Byron Stingily to the rap 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.