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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Roxy Music to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
Franke,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.