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 Eritrea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
Swans,
UT,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.