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 Korea North and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Interpol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.