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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aswad,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
David McCallum,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.