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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Stiv Bators to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
MDC,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
Q65,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.