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 Botswana and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Hashim,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.