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 Spain and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Outsiders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
The Names,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.