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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Techniques to the techno 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Organ,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.