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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Graham Central Station to the electroclash 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
The Gun Club,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.