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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Section 25 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.