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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 chamberlin 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 June Days to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
Slave,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
Ituana,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
Swans,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.