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 Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
10cc,
Ituana,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.