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 Egypt and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 John Foxx to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
ABC,
Arcadia,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.