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 Serbia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Detroit Cobras to the funk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.