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 Sweden and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 the Soft Cell to the techno 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.