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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Albert Ayler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Rekid,
Wire,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.