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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jawbox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.