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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 UT to the grunge 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Hoover,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
Television,
Neu!,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.