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 Algeria and from New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sam Rivers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
The Litter,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Suicide,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.