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 Peru and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
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 linndrum 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 Goldenarms 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
John Cale,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.