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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Index to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
Cluster,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Mars,
Minutemen,
The Index,
Malaria!,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.