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 Gambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Crime,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.