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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 48th St. Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.