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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.