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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Henry Cow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL,
10cc,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
Inner City,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.