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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
10cc,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.