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 Yemen and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 the Human League to the techno 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
Pole,
Average White Band,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Technova,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
David Axelrod,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
MDC,
Moebius,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.