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 Malta and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Detroit Cobras to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Saints,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.