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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
Darondo,
The Doors,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.