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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Suburban Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.