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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
Cluster,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.