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 Estonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Das Ding to the jazz 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.