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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Essential Logic to the grunge 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
The Count Five,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.