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 Greece and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
Gong,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.