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 Thailand and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.