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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 The Black Dice to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Liliput,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
Q65,
Franke,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.