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 Georgia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Misunderstood to the rock 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.