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 Costa Rica and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.