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 Ghana and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
Television,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.