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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kinks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '60s 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 Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Outsiders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
PIL,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
New Order,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.