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 Slovenia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Simply Red to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
UT,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.