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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
Aswad,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.