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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Intrusion to the jazz 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
Sandy B,
Nas,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.