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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Warsaw to the rap 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
Index,
PIL,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.