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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.