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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms 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?
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.