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 Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 harpsichord 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 Boredoms to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
the Normal,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
Wire,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
PIL,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Index,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.