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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
Franke,
Model 500,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.