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 Finland and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.