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 Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Monolake to the disco 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
Bootsy Collins,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
Matthew Halsall,
The Human League,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.