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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Gories to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
Smog,
Suicide,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.