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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Quantec,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
John Holt,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.