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 Russia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
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 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 The Standells to the techno 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.