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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
T. Rex,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
DNA,
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.