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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
June of 44,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Interpol,
Scion,
Mantronix,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
Excepter,
Magma,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.