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 Cuba and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sällskapet to the crunk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
Visage,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
Swans,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
ABC,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.