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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.