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 Guyana 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Liliput to the crunk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.