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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 John Coltrane to the funk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Crime,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.