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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Max Romeo to the disco 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.