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 Malta and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 E-Dancer to the crunk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
Main Source,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
Motorama,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.