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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
Motorama,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
Quadrant,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.