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 Honduras and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.