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 Ghana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
Visage,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.