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 San Marino and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Scion,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
the Germs,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.