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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the electroclash 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.