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 Gabon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Stiv Bators to the techno 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.