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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 X-101 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
Derrick May,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.