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 Iran and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
Main Source,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.