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 Kazakhstan 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 The Star Department to the punk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44,
Swell Maps,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.