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 South Sudan and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.