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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 It's A Beautiful Day 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.