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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 The Kinks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Organ,
The Fall,
X-102,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Brick,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.