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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 The Cure to the grunge 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
a-ha,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.