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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
The Victims,
Can,
The Last Poets,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.