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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Liliput to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.