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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Cramps to the rap 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
Wings,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
The Move,
Monks,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
Visage,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.