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 Korea South and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Move,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Q65,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
June of 44,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.