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 Congo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Excepter to the crunk 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Brick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.