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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Skaos,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.