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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 John Lydon to the jazz 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.