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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smoke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.