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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Modern Lovers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
Subhumans,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
Television,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.