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 Cambodia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an organ 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.