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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Joensuu 1685 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
AZ,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
Easy Going,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.