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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed to the funk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.