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 Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Janne Schatter to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
New Age Steppers,
OOIOO,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.