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 Egypt and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Heaven 17 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.