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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Babytalk to the crunk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
The Names,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Infiniti,
Television,
Roxette,
Rekid,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.