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 Taiwan and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.