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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Pulsallama to the rock 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
Babytalk,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.