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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Birthday Party to the rap 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Little Man,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.