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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Wire to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
Maurizio,
Technova,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
the Sonics,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
DNA,
Drexciya,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kayak,
The Saints,
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.