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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 The Fortunes 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
Magma,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.