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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Colin Newman to the punk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
Sparks,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
Ossler,
CMW,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.