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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Man Parrish to the grunge 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.