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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 The Kinks to the funk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.