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 Latvia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
Q65,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.