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 Singapore and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
Little Man,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.