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 India and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dawn Penn to the rap 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.