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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Harry Pussy to the disco 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
Shuggie Otis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.