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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Circle Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.