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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
Pagans,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.