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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
Pulsallama,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.