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 Samoa and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q65,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.