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 Yemen and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.