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 Vietnam and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Surgeon,
X-101,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
the Association,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.