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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Ultravox to the punk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
kango's stein massive,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.