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 China and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
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 marimba 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 Toni Rubio to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.