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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
Index,
Surgeon,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.