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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Lalann,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.