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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Cybotron,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.