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 Hungary and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Yazoo to the rap 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
the Germs,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.