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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Los Fastidios to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
The Busters,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.