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 Palau and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Oneida,
Brick,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.