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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Desert Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
U.S. Maple,
Television,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.