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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
The Sound,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.