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 Armenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Derrick May to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Technova,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.