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 Hungary and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 John Cale to the grime 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
Scan 7,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Television,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Roxette,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.