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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Todd Terry to the rock 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Index,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
Scion,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.