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 Burundi and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
Malaria!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
Visage,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.