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 Belize 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Zero Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
The Kinks,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
UT,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.