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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Deakin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
Scientists,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.