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 Norway and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Althea and Donna to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
Can,
Urselle,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
Q65,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.