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 Estonia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Darondo to the grunge 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.