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 East Timor and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
Smog,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Ossler,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.