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 Iraq and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 New Age Steppers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.