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 Grenada and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Byron Stingily to the techno 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
Skaos,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
The New Christs,
OOIOO,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.