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 Japan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 AZ to the crunk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
X-102,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.