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 Sudan and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Wire,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
the Association,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.