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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Glenn Branca to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
The Victims,
Oneida,
the Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.