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 Spain and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dead C to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
the Swans,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
Tom Boy,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.