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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Symarip to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Model 500,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
Smog,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.