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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
Animal Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Iggy Pop,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.