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 Russia and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Niagra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.