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 Hungary and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Radiohead,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
Organ,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.