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 Switzerland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Scion,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.