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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Blossom Toes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.