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 Cape Verde 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Howard Jones to the disco 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q65,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.