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 Austria and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Public Image Ltd. 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
Das Ding,
Mars,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.