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 Spain and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 F. McDonald to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
The Five Americans,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Erasure,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.