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 Dominica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Bourne,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.