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 Peru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
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 guitar 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 Yaz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
Faraquet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
David McCallum,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.