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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Outsiders 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
ABC,
UT,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.