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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Supertramp to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
Arcadia,
MC5,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.