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 Belize and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Section 25 to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Television,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.