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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Moody Blues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suicide,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.