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 Iran and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Terry Callier to the jazz 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls 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?
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
The Victims,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aswad,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.