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 Slovenia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Amon Düül to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.