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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Crime to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
Model 500,
Ossler,
The Saints,
Yaz,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.