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 Norway and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Monolake to the rap 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
the Association,
The Fall,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.