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 Hungary and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
Moss Icon,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.