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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Whodini,
Flipper,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
cv313,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
E-Dancer,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.