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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stiv Bators to the dance 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
Japan,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.