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 Mexico and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Bauhaus to the rock 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
June Days,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
The Happenings,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.