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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eddi Front to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
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The Sisters of Mercy,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
Skarface,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.