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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Make Up to the funk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.