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 Japan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.