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 San Marino and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Half Japanese to the punk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
Mark Hollis,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.