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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Index to the electroclash 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
The Slackers,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.