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 Djibouti and from Accra.
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 Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Easy Going to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.