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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Cramps 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Bauhaus,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
Ludus,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.