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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 The Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
Smog,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.