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 Nigeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 PIL to the crunk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
Fugazi,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Television,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.