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 Armenia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Starr to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.