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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Toasters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.