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 Vanuatu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Henry Cow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
Japan,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slave,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.