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 Chad and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
the Slits,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.