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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
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 clarinet 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 Blancmange to the funk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.