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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Starr to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.