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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Y Pants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magazine,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
Lalann,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.