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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
Crime,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.