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 Belize and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Joe Smooth to the funk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills 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 Standells,
Technova,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
Television,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.