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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Fall to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.