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 Hungary and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker to the crunk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
Rekid,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.