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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 John Holt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
The Toasters,
New Order,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
Smog,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.