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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
EPMD,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.