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 Australia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
Flipper,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MDC,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.