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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Sparks to the grime 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
JFA,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Joy Division,
Index,
Sparks,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.