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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Gichy Dan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.