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 Belarus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Dirtbombs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.