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 Denmark and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Pagans to the grunge 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.