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 Qatar and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.