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 Romania and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.