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 Bolivia 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
Babytalk,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.