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 Oman and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
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 spring reverb 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 T. Rex to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Essential Logic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
Brick,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.