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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ice-T to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Lou Christie,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.