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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
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 sitar 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 Average White Band to the rap 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
Index,
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
cv313,
The Smiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.