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 Netherlands and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wire to the jazz 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Sound,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.