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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 The Gap Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.