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 Serbia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Faust to the jazz 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.