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 Macedonia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Grauzone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.