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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Jawbox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
Mars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.