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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Interpol to the dance 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ituana,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.