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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Royal Trux to the rock 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.