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 Israel and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 PIL to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.