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 Tanzania 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Easy Going to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.