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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic 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?
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.