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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Joy Division to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.