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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Al Stewart to the disco 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
UT,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
June Days,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.