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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Adolescents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Technova,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mission of Burma,
Q65,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.