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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Davy DMX 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
The Remains,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.