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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Japan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
David Bowie,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
The Move,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.