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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.