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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
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 organ 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 Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
Infiniti,
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.