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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Evens 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 rap 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
The Fall,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
Fear,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
Skarface,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.