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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Soul II Soul to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
8 Eyed Spy,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.