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 Iceland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Joy Division to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
Crime,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
The Move,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zapp,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
The Doors,
Rakim,
Pagans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.