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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Residents to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Zapp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.