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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masters at Work to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Magazine,
Scion,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.