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 Syria and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Terry Callier to the dance 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
Jandek,
CMW,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
Crime,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.