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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Surgeon to the funk 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
Gong,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.