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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Hashim,
Can,
Skaos,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.