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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
Ten City,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
Can,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.