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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Crime,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Japan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
the Swans,
Chrome,
Smog,
Ituana,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.