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 France and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City,
Josef K,
Ronan,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.