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 Belarus and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Archie Shepp 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.