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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Monolake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Kinks,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.