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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joy Division to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.