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 Moldova and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gun Club to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
Q65,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.