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 France and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Pylon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
Newcleus,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.