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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Model 500 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.