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 Monaco and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
World's Most,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Mars,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.