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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 June of 44 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
MC5,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.