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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
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 oboe 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 Wolf Eyes 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.