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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers 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?
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
The Doors,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Ken Boothe,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.