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 Greece and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Joey Negro to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.