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 Panama and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Drexciya to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.