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 Canada and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
Mars,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Can,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.