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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Joe Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Laurel Aitken,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
Japan,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.