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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Litter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
UT,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
The Saints,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
Little Man,
Dark Day,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Television,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
The Names,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.