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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warren Ellis 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
JFA,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
Cymande,
Index,
Ossler,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.