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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
Television,
DNA,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.