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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.