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 Bhutan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Quadrant to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
The Leaves,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.