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 Qatar and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Crime to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.