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 Estonia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bad Manners to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.