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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Tubeway Army to the rock 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.