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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 The Five Americans to the jazz 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
New Order,
Television,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.