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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Youth Brigade to the dance 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.