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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Letta Mbulu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.