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 Rwanda and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 The Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
CMW,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.