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 Burundi and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
Faraquet,
MC5,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.